Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.